Pain, Pain, Go Away … Come Again Some Other Day !

 

I’ve experienced body, heart, and soul pain. Neither are pleasant nor desired. If I had to say which is worse, I’d have to say the pain I’m enduring in that present moment. What is pain? I know it when I feel it; my brain alerts me instantaneously of the physical discomfort. In examining rooms frequently the patient is asked to rate their pain from one to ten. I have found this extremely hard to do; maybe others have felt frustration in rating their pain as well.

Most every pain I’ve experienced seems worse at night. I assume fewer distractions allow the focus on the pain to be more intense, although pain during the day is also felt along the spectrum continuum. Pain knows no boundaries.

I believe pain, part of living, affects all creatures great and small. The whimpers of animals alert their caregivers instantly be they human or other. Never have I thought living would be pain-free. From birth pain is real-intense-although quickly forgotten by both Mother and child. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, are everyday childhood occurrences. Heart break and spiritual pain hopefully don’t visit an individual until later in life. Life without pain is unimaginable! Yet, it is a state of being for which mankind strives. Drug companies make huge profits from painkillers they market incessantly; insisting our lives could and should be pain-free!

Dear Lord, I come to You with a litany of my physical pains, heartaches, spiritual and physical emptiness. I have asked for help hoping You will relieve me of my pain and restore wellness of mind, body, and spirit. It doesn’t seem to work … at least not in the take two aspirin and call me in the morning way. Healing comes in Your time, not mine. Often many years go by before I see how You have orchestrated life encounters, events, and effects that have worked to bring about the Good, the Perfect, and the physical, mental, and spiritual Health meant just for me. I recognize how my own remedies only cover up the symptoms, never truly healing the underlying pain. I am aware of the healing You have graciously performed; I am thankful You took the time needed to bring it about. You are Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent. You are all-knowing, all-powerful, and always here with each and every one of us at our own point of need … our own point in time! I bless You; I praise You; I am in awe of You; I thank You for loving me, for tenderly caring for each and every cut, scrape, and bruise-as any loving Father would. I love you!  Amen

 

O Lord God, my savior, I cry out to You during the day and at night.
Let my prayer come into Your presence. Turn Your ear to hear my cries. My soul is filled with troubles, and my life comes closer to the grave.  Psalm 88:1-3

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, not pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.  Revelation 21:4

 

This is a hymn I have never known; It is a beautiful poem of Thanksgiving.

Thanks to God for my Redeemer

Translator: Carl E. Backstrom; Author: August Ludvig Storm 1891; Tune: TACK,O GUD

Thanks to God for my Redeemer,
Thanks for all Thou dost provide!
Thanks for times now but a mem’ry,
Thanks for Jesus by my side!
Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,
Thanks for dark and stormy fall!
Thanks for tears by now forgotten,
Thanks for peace within my soul!

Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,
Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered,
Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,
Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure,
Thanks for love beyond compare!

Thanks for roses by the wayside,
Thanks for thorns their stems contain!
Thanks for home and thanks for fireside,
Thanks for hope, that sweet refrain!
Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow,
Thanks for heav’nly peace with Thee!
Thanks for hope in the tomorrow,
Thanks through all eternity!

 

 

2 thoughts on “Pain, Pain, Go Away … Come Again Some Other Day !”

  1. Sometimes I feel guilty. Reading your posts feels like reading a daily devotional book that I didn’t pay for. Sometimes I think ” Did Jan go to seminary and I didn’t know that?” Your gifts and talent continue to amaze me!

    1. My Sweet Tracey, Isn’t it time for some pancakes? I’m off to Hartsville to clean and check on things … How does your week look … uh … the week of the 23rd … I think that’s a Monday … any day … any time …

      Bless you for your kind words. I thank you for reading my thoughts … I am humbled by your words. I truly am. I have been writing these conversations to and with God for … wow … maybe 8 years or so … It is my therapy … truly … Before the holidays this year … Septemberish … I sought out a therapist to help me get through what I knew was to be a really difficult time with the loss of Mother and Anne. He asked to read some of my writings. The next week, he said … “This is your therapy!” Bless his heart … well, I took him up on that and continued with my writing and figured the therapy I needed most was with God. So … welcome to my therapy sessions !!!

      I love you, Sweet Tracey. Please write back so I’ll know you got my comment on your comment. Plan for pancakes ??? OK ??? Or supper ??? Whatever you’d like !!!

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